Chapter 11 – Reopened Wounds

"First off, you should know Oliver is not my biological dad" She took his hands and led him to the dining room, and they sat. "But he's the only father I've ever known. He took care of me and loved both as a dad and as a mom" "Gave me so much love, I never for once wished I was with my biological parents, or wondered about them" "But I do recall, I was very young, very young when Oliver came for me at the orphanage home" Mia gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "Noah, I'm so sorry" "Don't pity me. I couldn't have asked for a better parent" "At the orphanage, it's in my records that my mom handed me over, like a pack of damned cigarettes" "Oliver homeschooled me, taught me about different ways of life, and he let me choose for myself" "And you didn't choose the medical field" she said "No. I chose business. Look at me, look at Oliver. I'm not as gentle and patient nor caring as he is. He wouldn't hurt a fly, he's a good man" "That's my story Mia, there you go" he finished his